I pretended to like oysters for an entire relationship — I still think about it.

This week, the truth came out at a family dinner when I swallowed one whole like medicine. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

I keep a blank spreadsheet open for emergencies — I still think about it.

A while ago, whenever someone walks past my desk, I click it and look deeply concerned about the numbers. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

Someone on my street puts tiny hats on a garden statue — I still think about it.

I have never admitted this, but the hat changes with the weather and I now check it before checking the forecast. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

I know which downtown bench gets sun the longest in winter — I still think about it.

My small Victoria secret is that this information has more practical value than most things I learned in school. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

I survived a presentation because the fire alarm went off — I still think about it.

Honestly, i still do not know whether I was relieved or disappointed after preparing for a week. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

My sister and I have been exchanging the same birthday card for nine years — I still think about it.

This week, we cross out the old name, write the new one and add increasingly dramatic messages. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

I judge restaurants by their water glasses — I still think about it.

A while ago, i cannot explain the system, but I have strong opinions and they are rarely wrong. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

Please stop treating bike lanes like temporary loading zones — I still think about it.

I have never admitted this, but turning on four-way flashers does not create a new municipal parking category. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

A seagull stole my lunch and then dropped it on someone else — I still think about it.

My small Victoria secret is that for one terrible second, both of us thought I had thrown it. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

To the person singing quietly at the bus stop in Sidney — I still think about it.

Honestly, you stopped when the bus arrived, but the song was stuck in my head all day in the best way. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.